Four Dustin

The first thing I noticed as Mark walked away from me was the scent of sex in the air. But it was just Markus' floral scent mixed with a heavy dose of pheromones. I must've come back while he was busy. Although to be honest, it kinda pissed me off he'd gone and whipped his dick out the first moment I was gone. Maybe it was a territorial move. I didn't know how much he knew about werewolves, but judging by the open windows, he at least knew I could smell what he'd been up to.

"Thanks," I muttered ungratefully as I stepped inside.

"Fuck you."

I gritted my teeth. Living with Markus was going to get very uncomfortable if we kept going at this rate. As much as I wanted to just deck him in the face and get it over with, that wouldn't end well for either of us. It was only one more year of school before I could go pro and leave all of this behind. Just one year. I could at least try to be the bigger man for that long.

But I needed Markus to meet me halfway.

"Listen," I said, standing with my hip against my bedpost. "I know this isn't what either of us wanted–"

"You can say that again."

"But I don't think we have any other choice."

"I guess not," he muttered. "Admin won't do jack shit about it."

"Alright. Then maybe we could start over," I offered. "My name is Dustin Fangborn."

"Fangborn?" Markus said, lifting an eyebrow in my direction. "That a self-given name?"

"No," I sighed, trying to quell my irritation. "It's a family name."

"Markus Altair," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "Of the Chicago Altairs."

"I don't know that name."

"You should. My father was on the college board for decades."

"Okay."

"What does your family do?"

"Do?" I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"What do they do? What are they known for? Everybody who comes to this school is somebody. You can't get in otherwise."

"My dad is an electrician." I felt a deep sense of embarrassment well up in my guts. "And my mom is a housewife."

"Ah," Markus smiled. "That explains it."

"Explains what?"

"You're a charity case."

Even though it was true, my fists still balled up at my sides. "I got a scholarship, same as you to come here."

"Yeah, but mine was for having talent. Yours is for being a musclehead." He scoffed. "Typical wolf. That's why there's almost none of your kind here. Not a lot of magical talent among the bestial races."

"Are you this much of a dick to everyone," I asked, doing everything within my power not to absolutely explode and bash this witch into the next life, "Or just me?"

"Just you," he replied coolly. "Oh, and if you're going to room with me, clean your shit up. I don't want to live with a pig."

"I'm in the middle of unpacking!"

"I meant your food scraps." He gestured lazily toward the desk that was now empty. "Don't leave your shit lying around. I'm not gonna keep cleaning up after you."

Turning my back to him, I grumbled as I started sifting through my things. If I stayed in this room another minute, I was going to commit a crime. Besides, I was covered in sweat, and I needed a shower. And Markus' scent was driving me wild in the worst way. It was amazing how you could hate someone with every fiber of your being, and yet the scent of him went straight to my cock. I wasn't sure if I wanted to strangle him or fuck him. However, if I got creative, I couldn't probably do both at the same time.

But as I went to reach for my clothes, I noticed something odd.

"Where are my boxers?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder.

Markus' voice hitched. "B-Boxers?" He cleared his throat. "What do you mean?"

"I had a pair sitting here on the bed."

"How the hell should I know what you do with your underwear?" he snapped. "I'm not your mother."

"Then where did they go?"

"I don't know!" He turned his back to me. "Maybe they got caught up in the spell to send the bowl back to the cafeteria."

"You teleported my underwear to the cafeteria?"

"It's possible."

I grabbed a fistful of my clothes and a bar of soap, stomping toward the door. I stopped for only a moment to slip my lanyard with my keys over my neck. My feet started to move, but I paused one more time, looking back over my shoulder.

"So, this is how it's gonna be all year, huh? You're just gonna be a fucking dick to me the entire time?"

"That's the plan," Markus replied without missing a beat.

"Fine." My chest was heaving as I did everything I could to stop myself from bursting with anger. "Let the war begin then, you stuck-up, rich piece of shit."

With that, I slammed the door behind me, huffing as I stomped down the hall. Several tiny freshmen stopped to stare as I stalked by.

"The fuck are you looking at?!" I barked.

One of them jumped, spilling the contents of their bag all over the floor. There was a surge of satisfaction followed by an immediate twinge of guilt. I wasn't the kind of guy to yell at strangers or bully people. But I couldn't bring myself to apologize. Not right now when I was so full of anger I thought I'd explode.

As soon as I was in the bathroom, I clambered into the shower, threw the curtain shut, and punched the cinderblock wall as hard as I could. Searing pain shot up my arm as one of my knuckles cracked. I pulled my hand away, a bloody fist print left in my wake. The pain was enough to take the edge off my fury. It wasn't a good way to deal with frustration, but it worked, and that's all I cared about. Besides, werewolf healing meant it wouldn't hurt for more than a few minutes. Even a cracked knuckle would heal in an hour or so.

Nobody had gotten me this worked up in a long time. At least not at school.

Summers home were another matter entirely. My father had a way of making me feel less than an inch tall whenever he was unhappy with me. Honestly, not that dissimilar to the way Markus had spoken to me. No matter what I did or said or tried, it just wasn't good enough. Once his mind was made up that I was wrong, that's where it stayed. And it seemed Markus had a similar way of operating. He'd chosen to hate me, so that's where I'd remain in his mind.

That was fine with me.

But there was this issue with his scent. Not only was it strange, but the way my body reacted had caught me completely off guard. In the first place, I wasn't into guys. Let me make that perfectly clear. You'd have thought a female in heat had traipsed by the way I reacted to his pheromones in the air. Even as I glanced down, I could still see the lingering evidence of it in my tented shorts.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Maybe it was that he smelled of jasmine. I'd caught that scent before when cliques of girls walked by. It was deeply floral and pretty feminine. I might have even fucked a girl that smelled like that once. Not that I could remember. Usually, sex was a one-time fling with the football guys. It was too easy to get when you strutted around looking like we did to commit to just one person.

Even as I tried to convince myself that it was just a case of mistaken identity, I knew I was stretching the truth. This wasn't like the girls I'd met or fucked at random parties. This was his scent, laced with magic and masculine pheromones.

The truth was plain, but that didn't mean I had to accept it. All I had to do was some good old associative psychology on myself. I hated Markus, so I'd learn to hate his scent as well. Besides, I had plenty of pussy waiting for me should I want it. Everyone wanted to fuck the captain of the football team. I was practically the king of campus.

But this boner of mine needed to go away first.

Slipping off my shorts, I tossed them to the side. A small gasp left my lips as I glanced down, noticing the trail of precum leaking out of my cock. I hadn't realized I was so turned on. I told myself it was just the endorphins from my run kicking in. It wasn't uncommon for guys to jerk off after exercise. For some reason, it really got the libido going.

I reached out and turned the shower spigot on before wrapping a hand around my thick throbbing cock.

It had nothing to do with Markus. It was just maintenance.

I squeezed myself from base to tip, precum oozing into my hand. Since all my shower supplies, including my lube, were back in my room, I'd just have to make do with what I had.

Swirling my fingers around my cockhead, I groaned as a shiver ran up my spine. I was so sensitive. The endorphins must have been extra good this time to make me react like that. That meant it wasn't going to take long, thankfully.

I leaned back against the wall of the shower, hissing as the cool stone pressed against my skin. Closing my eyes, I rocked my hips forward, grinding my cock between my fingers. I tried to think back to the last time I'd gotten laid. There was a girl at a frat party last spring who put herself on all fours in front of me, practically begging to get bred. I could see her tight ass in my mind"s eye, my fingers wrapped around her hips as I stroked in and out.

But something was different. She looked thinner and more wiry than I remembered. And her ass was less round and more muscular. In my fantasy, I reached out, grabbing her by the back of the neck. Her back arched as she leaned back, kissing me over her shoulder as I buried my cock deep inside her.

However, as I pulled away, I saw a face I didn't expect. It was his. Markus was staring back at me, a moan escaping his lips as the orgasm built at the base of my balls. I felt his ass squeeze around my shaft, milking me for everything I was worth. Not only that, but I watched as he blew his load all over the bed.

It all happened so fast that I didn't have time to stop myself. The moment I saw his cum stripe the mattress, I cried out, shooting my load across the bathroom stall. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, the orgasm draining me of everything I had. Warmth spread through my body at the thought of breeding Markus' tight little hole.

In a split second, it was replaced with cold fear.

What had I done?